[Throughout the memoir, the author renders the Norfolk accent when she ‘quotes’ family and neighbours. The listening experience is preceded by a detailed account of storing, setting up and caring for the old gramophone, its ‘large pink horn’ and the LPs]

“Mother may we have the gramophone on?” This was a big occasion for us […] The sound box was fixed, the needle tested for sharpness and ‘crank-click’ ‘crank-click’ went the winder with the turn-table rearing to be off. “Now du yu be careful not to scratch them there records”, they were all very old and to us very special. 

Father always choose [sic] the Scottish songs, mother the Sankey and Moody hymns, and we, well we had a wide range of likes. “In a German Recruiting Station”, “The Goose Step”, “The Last Zeppelin”, were remains of the 14-18 war. Then there was “The whistler and his dog” and “When father papered the parlour” and “The Caliph of Baghdad”. We loved our old gramophone and never tired of listening with chins on hands and sitting on our long form.